Ïåðåìåíû .
You say you feel a chill in the season
Òû ãîâîðèøü , ÷òî â ýòîò ïåðèîä òû ÷óâñòâóåøü äðîæü ,
Like something is falling apart
Ñëîâíî ÷òî-òî ðàñïàäàåòñÿ íà ÷àñòè .
You say you can’t hold it together much longer
Òû ãîâîðèøü , ÷òî íå ñìîæåøü óäåðæèâàòü ýòî âîåäèíî î÷åíü äîëãî
And I should look after your heart
È ÿ äîëæåí ïîçàáîòèòüñÿ î ñâî¸ì ñåðäöå ,
But I feel a change coming on
Íî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ , ÷òî íà÷èíàþòñÿ ïåðåìåíû ,
Rolling out of the blue like a storm
Ñëîâíî ãðîçà, êîòîðàÿ ïðîêàòûâàåòñÿ ïî íåáîñêëîíó
And it’s bending your will like a willow tree twisting
È ýòî ïðèâîäèò ê òâîåé äåôîðìàöèè , ïîäîáíî ñêðó÷åííîé Èâå ,
Trying to regain its form
Ñòàðàþùåéñÿ âîññòàíîâèòü ñâîé âèä .
How does it make you feel
×òî çàñòàâëÿåò òåáÿ ýòî ÷óâñòâîâàòü ?
When you remember the times the two us lay here
Êîãäà òû ïîìíèøü âðåìåíà , çäåñü ìû ëåæàëè âäâî¸ì ,
In the arms of the world on the doorstep of heaven shining down
 îáúÿòüÿõ Âñåëåííîé , íà ïîðîãå ñèÿþùèõ íåáåñ .
Do you feel a change coming on,
Òû ÷óâñòâóåøü ïðèáëèæåíèå ïåðåìåí ,
Rolling out of the blue like a storm,
Ñëîâíî ãðîçà , êîòîðàÿ ïðîêàòûâàåòñÿ ïî íåáîñêëîíó ,
And it’s throwing your dollhouse world in disarray
È ýòî óñòðàèâàåò â òâî¸ì êóêîëüíîì ìèðå õàîñ .
So you can rebuild or conform
È òàê , òû ìîæåøü âîññòàíîâèòü èëè ïîä÷èíèòüñÿ .
How I wish you’d only see
Êàê ÿ õî÷ó , ÷òîáû âèäåëà ëèøü òû
How your own choices make your dream
Êàê ìå÷òà îñóùåñòâëÿåòñÿ òâîèì ñîáñòâåííûì âûáîðîì .
Come out shining true before it can leave you
Èñòî÷àÿ ïîäëèííîå ñèÿíèå äî òîãî, êàê îñòàâèòü òåáÿ .
I wish that you could see
ß õî÷ó , ÷òîáû òû ìîãëà âèäåòü .
How your own choices make your dream
Êàê ìå÷òà îñóùåñòâëÿåòñÿ òâîèì ñîáñòâåííûì âûáîðîì .
Come out shining true all around you
Èñòî÷àÿ ïîäëèííîå ñèÿíèå âîêðóã òåáÿ .
My worth is the look in your eyes
Ìî¸ áîãàòñòâî , ýòî ñìîòðåòü â òâîè ãëàçà
My prize the smile playing tricks on your lips and I wonder again
Ìîé ïðèç , ýòî îáìàí÷èâàÿ óëûáêà íà òâîèõ ãóáàõ è ÿ ñíîâà æåëàþ çíàòü
Do you ever dream of the world like I do
Òû êîãäà - íèáóäü ìå÷òàëà î Ìèðå , êàê ÿ ?
I too fear the change coming on
ß òîæå îïàñàþñü íàäâèãàþùèõñÿ ïåðåìåí
Rolling out of the blue like a storm
Ñëîâíî ãðîçó , êîòîðàÿ ïðîêàòûâàåòñÿ ïî íåáîñêëîíó .
Can you hear it scream at the hurt that I knew
ß çíàë , ÷òî òû ìîæåøü ñëûøàòü ýòîò êðèê , ïðè÷èíÿþùèé áîëü .
How I wish you’d only see…
Êàê ÿ õî÷ó , ÷òîáû âèäåëà ëèøü òû ...
What is this chill at my heel
×òî çà äðîæü â ïÿòêàõ ?
That makes the protections I’ve built around my pseudo world premiere
Ýòî ñîçäà¸ò çàùèòó , êîòîðóþ ÿ âûñòðîèë âîêðóã ñâîåé ôàëüøèâîé äåÿòåëüíîñòè ïðèìû .
Tearing my utopian fiction apart as it happens to just pass along
Ðàçðûâàÿ ìîþ óòîïè÷åñêóþ ôàíòàçèþ íà ÷àñòè , òàê ñëó÷èëîñü ïðîñòî ïðîõîäÿ ïàðàëëåëüíî .
I feel a change coming on
ß ÷óâñòâóþ , íà÷èíàþòñÿ ïåðåìåíû
Rolling out of the blue like a storm
Ñëîâíî ãðîçà , êîòîðàÿ ïðîêàòûâàåòñÿ ïî íåáîñêëîíó
Crashing against my delirious thoughts where humanity’s waiting alone
Ðóøàòñÿ âîïðåêè ìîèì áðåäîâûì ìûñëÿì , ãäå ÷åëîâå÷åñòâî îæèäàåò ïîêîé .
How I wish you’d only see…
Êàê ÿ õî÷ó , ÷òîáû âèäåëà ëèøü òû ...
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